Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.